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Jean, in company with Malcolm, was absorbed in a problem in geometry. "I don't think you've got any common sense, Lizzie Gordon, or you wouldn't interrupt," she said sharply. "I mean," persisted Elizabeth, who never quite understood her smart sister, "I mean what is it I haven't got that makes me always get the wrong answer to sums?" "Oh! A mathematical head, I suppose. There, Malc, I've got it.
She entered just as though she had been cordially invited, concealing the magazine beneath her cloak. "I'll stay until the wheels begin to rumble, anyway. Any letters from home?" She rummaged through the books and papers that littered the table, keeping her magazine carefully hidden. "Just that note from Malc. He was home for Sunday.
I say it's a great comfort and uplift to Malc and me when we toil and moil and perspire up here, to remember there's one lady in the family anyhow. It keeps up a fellow's self-respect." "I hope you're going to be nice to me," said Elizabeth, turning to the other young man. "It's a great strain on a frivolous person like me belonging to a clever family.
She sang loudly and pretended she saw no one. "The 'first that came courting was young farmer Green, As fine a young gent as ever was seen." "Oh, Sarah Emily, I'm awfully tired," said Elizabeth, when the young woman had at last settled to washing the dishes. "Don't you 'spose you could do them yourself this time. I really ought to go and help Malc and John with the hen-house."